I come from the slum where punks get jumped
And they run they mouth, fucking one on one
And the gun, you won't put it out, I dare you
I ain't scared to die, matter fact, I'm prepared to
Last year flew by, thank God
I was thinking I ain't meant to make it out alive
But I did, it was time to devise of
A plan to return, where do I decide?
Now I act more vicious, rest more business
Anyone that get smacked now, fuck friendships
You can never mix fitness subscriptions
And I hit the gym daily and think your lips up
Draw on the pistol, boss like it's different
Tune that you just did, should'a never said shit
All the buff guy, tough guy shit just died
Now the paramedics gotta do a deadlift
Shitters in the air I swear this strong ho
That I know that your bitch is pregnant
She try to play it out and said she ain't
I think about her pussy and the punishment it's taking
Heard she moved out of state and she married a vet
He beat her up, pulled the hair on her head
I was smoking with the homie and I asked him what he thought about it
He said "It gon pay for what she did"
If you wanna go, hope it doesn't hid in the shed
'Cause I didn't visit any grave of the dead they'd be long gone
And when in it is like a warzone
All the fly shit that I'm putting on then I'm following ya go home
And task force 'bout to jack boys
I done been to prison once and I ain't afraid to go back
Better lay 'em down, show 'em where the dope at
You don't wanna end up getting toe-tagged
When I'm walking outside
There's not a positive vibe in the air right now
Had a lot of friends die
And the positive vibe that I had, I don't
I don't wanna hear that "I don't wanna" bullshit
Tripping and your mama hushing, telling me to cool it
You should'a, would'a, could'a
Now you're standing with my foot up in your tulip
I'ma pull up, but you don't wanna do shit
You gon' have to eat the .45 for dinner
Ain't no money in pocket, no ride, no spinners
Sit up in the house so much alone and when they hiding
Fucking put 'em in the woods and they survive all winter
Man, they gotta clear the room right now
You gon' make me get up, sonic boom like wow
Ain't no tough guy
I could have the back and have you running like I shot you
Better back up 'fore a shoot like pow
My name is in your mouth like you know it all
Better take off 'fore you blow it all
I put it on my mama when I catch your mama shooting
Til' your dead and through your head like you a bowling ball
I've had it with the Mr. Nice Guy shit
White hits, funny man, I never knew you ride dick
Everybody tellin' me it was sounding like a sidekick
Tight fit, dig up in your booty for a nice whip
They tell me ain't no way that I can win
And now I'm thinking where the fuck do I begin?
I wish somebody would and I be waiting for you to talking
While you walk up out the door and
I pull up on a Schwinn, motherfucker
Go against me, I will never lose, move
Better watch out, you ain't gotta deuce, loose
And a bigger talking nigga, Bruce, Bruce
Man, I get away like I'm aloose
Noose, I was ready for the head up
Ain't nobody even talkin' 'bout no rap shit
I ain't tripping, they can go ahead and u-turn
I be standing, waiting with the shit that make 'em backflip
When I'm walking outside
There's not a positive vibe in the air right now
Had a lot of friends die
And the positive vibe that I had, I don't